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5/30/2016 11:44:38 AM
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[i][b]Genestealers, the one thing that Bracheous had any slight bit of intrigue for. Nonetheless though, he suppressed any urges to get a good look at them, and stayed ready for a fight. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Be careful, brothers. Especially you, Bracheous. Genestealers are among the deadliest things those wretched hives may spawn."[/i]
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Edited by JayTea: 5/30/2016 7:57:06 PM"Believe me, if all the things I've fought, Genestealers are at the very top of the "scary" list. And this means I'll be wary."
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[u]"They come near, brothers. Thirty meters away."[/u]
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"Do we have numbers?"
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[u]"Dozens. Twenties."[/u] [i]"Battle positions, Jericho."[/i]
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[i][b]Bracheous took the que and decided to utilize one of his personal favourite tactics. He stood near the back of the group and around the left side, preparing for the onslaught. [/b][/i]
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They took a similar stance to earlier, except that Bracheous and the Chaplain were covering Damien, since there were more branching corridors around them.
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[i][b]He stayed by Damien, his weapons at the ready. He was in the mood to kill some -blam!-ing Genestealers, and he was going to mount the head on a damned wall when he gets back to the base. [/b][/i]
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They began their attack, as they started to pour from the corridors. The Deathwatch marines began to open fire, immediately starting to burn through their ranks.
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[i][b]Bracheous wasn't going to lie, he was inexperienced with Genestealers. But for a first-timer, he held his own well enough as he fired his Bolter, using the Chainsword as a defensive weapon if anything got too close. [/b][/i]
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Given support by his battle-brothers, the team fended off the assault with expertise, never letting the Genestealers get a hit on them.
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[i][b]And when the bodies fell limp to the floor, each bleeding from the holes, Bracheous stopped firing and reloading. The white smoke trailed from the white and crimson barrel of the Bolter pistol, floating into the sky as it faded into nothingness. [/b][/i]
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The rythmic booming of the cannons, like a musical bass, echoed through the sector. [i]"We need to move, brothers! More will be coming!"[/i]
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"Emperor guide my hand." [i][b]Bracheous had said to himself. He reloaded his gun merrily, before he stood ready for the fight. [/b][/i]
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The mass of terminator armour moved in sync, headed towards the heart of the hive all the while repelling the enemy forces that assaulted them.
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[i][b]Bracheous moved relatively close to the back of the group, picking off stragglers that would come behind the force. [/b][/i]
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The corpses piled and piled, scratches hit the shields of the Terminators, but their claws did not breal through.
